He'd fucked up. He'd fucked up and he opens his mouth to fix it, to try to turn the situation around. The problem is that some of the stuff that comes out of his mouth, the words--he can't control it.

He does shift, only to angle himself better to explain that he was high and he won't do it again when Liam nestles in himself on top of him. It would be sweet and gentle if the hand wasn't gripping his face and it wasn't Liam.

He has to weigh his options here. Either he can try to defend himself and get Liam angry with something he said, or he could say nothing and get reprimanded for not answering. He goes with trying to talk his way out of it, and tries to hide the trapped feeling in his eyes. He's not sure he succeeds.

"I'm sorry," he says for the second time. "It won't happen again, I swear."

It will, though. Get him high enough and it will. He sniffs, unsure, and it's reflected as he looks up over at the man looming over him. His hands go up, into the air, like he's not armed and he swallows, hard.

"I promise."